Teach Me How To Smile

My son, teach me how to smile.So many years polluting my soulI've forgotten how to smile.I keep a catalogue nowoffice smile, party smile, home smilebarring my teeth like monkeys do; trying to out smilewith fellow 'future generation'.

My son, teach me how to smile.My chins ache, from constantly holding the plastered portraits.The innocence is gonetwinkles, laughter, smirks toothere is no distinguishing; each is worse than the other, Da Vinci would have been proud.

My son, please teach me how to smile.I see toddlers running and laughing;